Good Deed

A man appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

“Have you ever done anything of particular merit?” St. Peter asked.

“Well, I can think of one thing,” the man offered.

“Once, on a trip to the Black Hills, out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young woman.

I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen.

So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker and smacked him in his face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground.

I yelled, ‘Now, back off or I’ll ruin you all!’”

St. Peter was impressed. “When did this happen?” he asked.

“Just a couple of minutes ago.”